I can see you sitting across from me. Your eyes were dark and eerie. But there was nothing about you that screams danger. Your stance was high but the way the calmness of your stance starts to still me. You’re alone at the piano. The quickness of your fingers and the soulful music you were ...

A dying fire burns in the hearth, grey smoke unfurling and twisting into the open air. Dust particles alight beneath the breaking of a new day. And he sits in his chair, old, decrepit, half-mad, as old thoughts bring fresh wounds. The first thought is of her smile: how it crinkled her face and brought ...

Red glitter lips, Cali champagne, eating boxed chocolates from Valentine’s Day.   Bouncing my leg, I’m feeling insane with all of these bubbles inside of my brain.   I’m not crying or down, I’m just in distress with this white lingerie underneath my dress.   I pour myself another because I have no limits with ...

Chapter One – Part One Chapter One – Part Two Chapter Two – Part One   The village sat in an eerie quiet. No children ran around. Adults were not out to do any manner of chores. The guards that had encircled the healer’s hut seemed to have abandoned their posts. Wood piles meant for ...

Part 1 It was getting late. I decided to just stay in this car with him. I instantly forgot what I needed to do today. Yes, I needed a ride to work, but being near this man and hearing his voice, was far better than hearing my co-workers complaining about their day or customers demanding I ...

What are your hands really for? What are a pair of hands true purpose? My hands are there to hold you at your weakest; to hold you at your strongest. Turn my palms into cups so that they catch the tears you shed.    My fingers will act as ties to keep you from going ...

When I first saw him on my way to work, he was sitting by the bus stop on one of the wooden benches. Just casually smoking his cigarette as the summer wind blew through his thick long raven hair. I hesitated to even sit near him, but there was no other place to sit. I ...

To the man I love,   I remember staring off into the cotton candy sunset and thinking to myself “this world is ours.” Moving through a cosmological horizon without a clue of what lie in the distance. My hand had been on the stick shift. Your hand on mine. My smile, contagious Then one morning ...

It’s your vivid history that brings me to you, Your compassion for life has made me fall in love with you, What’s above the sky is your gentle heart and your eyes, What’s below is your erotic touch and your sultry voice, The soft temper of your being, Is what brings me to you, What I love deeply ...